There was a man, who walked into a house
The house was empty, there was no mouse,
The color was white, a color that is or is not
The man felt enveloped, but still was naught
Bright bright there is light, but what do we do when it’s night
We listen we talk, we sit we walk, we can, we do, we can’t, we don’t
Hope there is, for the man in house, color to explode, is that,… what this is about?